The prisoner smiled.
“That was my intention,” he replied, “but of course you are to be the judge in that matter. If it is your desire, I am willing to return to Washington.”
General Beauregard shook his head.
“No,” he said, with a slight trace of sarcasm in his voice. “I prefer that you should go to Richmond. Where do you reside?”
“I have lived in California for the last ten years, but formerly lived in the South in Knoxville, Tennessee.”
“How long has it been since you were in Knoxville?”
“Ten or twelve years.”
“What is your name?”
“Samuel Munson,” replied Baker with cheerful mendacity.
General Beauregard looked at the prisoner intently and then suddenly exclaimed: